Maggie's Farm

Bill Buckley's epistle on Brooke Astor was a wonderful piece.

I never knew a thing about her but have been reading Bill for 45 years. You get to call him Bill after 30 years even if you haven't met him, house rule.

His days are now the days of winter and on a day on the calendar when I read of his passing it it be with great great sadness.

On Bush Derangement Syndrome piece.

It has taken me a few minutes to recover from the outrage.

Delivered in the melodic, temder voice of Bill Moyers the chop job on Carl Rove was great stuff if you're a Bush hating Democrat or a maybe Republican. The hypocracy of Bill Moyers over the years is more cumulatively corrosive in his melodic way than acid thrown directly in your face.

Those of you younger than about 53 will have a dim memory, if any, of the 1964 presidential campaign pitting Barry Goldwater against LBJ.

Bill Moyers was the archetect of what was, and still is considered to be the most over-the-top political comeercial ever produced. It has become known as the Daisy Commercial and it speaks for itself. You cannot watch this commercial and ever again look at Bill Moyers as anything but a political hack to a president that was as bad as they come. If you think Bill Clinton was bad read Robert Caro's trilogy on LBJ and how people in Texas just disappeared along with the infamous ballot box #13.

Here is the Daisy Commercial from Utube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OKs-bTL-pRg

Bill Moyers is as cheap as they come.

I would encourage you to read the entire article to gain the full understanding of LBJ's duplicitous nature. This is just a sample. As I said Rober Caro's masterful trilogy on LBJ drove nails in his coffin and reputation faster than a nailgun could.


Texas Bandits: A Study of the 1948 Democratic Primary

After the "official" results were announced on Thursday, the real conspiracy began. Early on Friday, September 3, election officials in a little southern Mexican-American town, dominated by George Parr, announced that the returns they released earlier in the week were incorrect. Officials in Alice, said they found an additional 203 ballots in their "Box 13." Of these 203 ballots, 202 were for Johnson, leaving only one for Stevenson! Officials from another Parr-dominated county-Duval-also announced that they had some ballots that were not included in their tally from earlier in the week.(33) After these votes had been counted, LBJ had 87 more votes than Stevenson with a final tally of 494,191 to 494,104.

http://www.eiu.edu/~historia/1999/texas99.htm

In my lifetime there have been five Democratic presidents.
Truman
Kennedy
Johnson
Carter
Clinton

If I saw, or had seen, any of the five on fire I would not piss on them to put it out.

RE: New Orleans.

A wasted place and certainly not worth rebuilding. If people want a New Orleans where it currently is then leave it as is and make it into a large fishcamp.

Otherwise move it up the Mississippi to higher ground and rename it New New Orleans.

Talk about a useless money pit where it is now..jeeez.

Is vitality a central value?
From that piece.

"He writes that "the individual journey begins when a person tears himself away from the state of aimlessness,"


To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

There is your answer.

Close Reagan adviser Michael Deaver dies....R.I.P.